House and Dominika try to prove their marriage is real under the watchful eye of INS agents to avoid deportation/prison. But can they keep pretending for the entire 6 months? Or will their fake marriage become real? Read and find out! Thanks!

A/N: Well, I hate to say this, but this will be the last chapter. What with my cat having surgery(He's on the mend! Yay!) and my new online writing classes, I haven't had the time to devote to this story and I don't want it to suffer, nor do I want to leave you guys hanging, either. After seeing last night's episode I couldn't let House/Dominika end like that! That was just too depressing. So thanks to Brighid45, and bouncing ideas off of her, I hope I've created an ending you all will like.

Chapter Eight

To be honest, House didn't know what was going to happen once he and Dominika got home. Would it be awkward? Would she expect them to have sex? He was torn between doing that, and talking her out of it because it would be a bad idea.

But then, why would it be so bad if they slept together? They were married, and he had an iron-clad prenup drawn up in case things went south later. But that was long before he really got to know her and spend more time with her. There were only two months left before their case would go before a judge and she'd be granted permanent status. The INS agents hadn't been sniffing around them for awhile, but he figured it was the calm before the storm.

"Are you okay?" Dominika's soft voice called to him as she went to the kitchen to get something to drink.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." He leaned against the counter and watched her toss things into the blender. "Either you bought the exact same blender or you fixed the broken one."

"I fixed it," she said with a simple shrug. "It was not too damaged."

"What are you making?"

"Pistachio milkshake. It's good."

"It's…green," he said as he made a face.

"You'll like it," she insisted as she took off the container, grabbed a spoon and fed him some. A little bit dribbled onto his lower lip and she wiped it away with her finger. It was one of the most sensual things she'd ever done for him. "See?"

"See what?" he asked, his voice was husky.

"It is good."

The atmosphere suddenly changed from awkward to very sexually charged. House felt the change and he knew she did. She was staring back at him expectantly. He had to break the silence and he licked his lips. "Your turn." He dipped the spoon into the container and fed her some, also accidentally spilling it on her lip. However, instead of wiping it off with his finger like she did to him, he leaned over and kissed her, letting his tongue do the work. They stood like that for several minutes until they had to stop for air. House scratched his forehead with his thumb and tried to think up something intelligent to say. "So did you like the drive-in?"

"Yes," she said with an enthusiastic nod. "Can we go again?"

He chuckled. "We could have stayed for the second half."

"Yes, but there are some things you shouldn't do in public," she smiled impishly as she put the container down, took another step closer and slid her hands up his chest, linking them around his neck.

He grinned down at her and placed his hands on her tiny waist. "You're right," he nodded and then let his lips brush against hers in a long, gentle kiss that she seemed to like, if her soft moan was any indication.

"Should we go to the bedroom now?" she whispered as she nipped at his lower lip.

He smiled and nodded again. She reached for his hand, their fingers interlaced and they went down the hall to his bedroom.

Dominika was already unbuttoning his shirt and he had his hands under hers, unsnapping her bra once again.

He tried not to think about what would happen afterwards. It could be very good, or very bad. But all sense of logic was gone as soon as he felt her arms around his waist and she rested her cheek against his chest.

"I've wanted this a long time," she whispered as she smiled up at him.

"This will probably change things," he warned as he guided her toward his bed and they sat down on its edge.

"I hope so," she smiled and then kissed him again as if that was all the assurance she needed. After that, House was on auto-pilot. He unzipped her jeans and yanked them down her legs while she unbuckled his belt.

Her body was amazing. She took very good care of herself, there wasn't any part of her that wasn't toned. Her skin was as soft as satin and he was happy to simply touch and kiss whatever part of her came near his mouth.

"Oooh, Greg…" she moaned as his tongue flicked against her nipple. "I love that. But we are still wearing too many clothes."

"I guess we'll have to fix that, won't we?" he whispered as he slid his finger down her stomach and snapped the waistband of her panties. "Get 'em off."

He watched as she slowly pulled the bikini briefs down her legs and tossed them over her shoulder.

"Your turn," she said with a devilish grin.

House pulled the comforter down and once they climbed into bed, he removed his boxer shorts. Dominika gave him a smile, but it wasn't one of pity. She straddled him and her lips lingered over his, close enough that they could breathe each other's air.

"You are beautiful man, Greg," she spoke softly as she ran her finger over his lips, his chin and down his chest.

"So are you," he murmured.

"I'm a beautiful man, too?" she teased and then laughed when he tickled her rib cage.

"Smart ass," he grinned and then rolled them so he was looming over her. "Are you sure you want this? Want me?" His hand slid over one of her breasts and he gave it a light squeeze.

"Yes," she breathed as she smiled up at him. "Always. I've wanted this since the day I met you. You're so handsome, and sexy. You might be mean sometimes, but never to me. That means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me."

House blinked. He could tell every word out of her mouth was genuine and he wasn't sure what to make of it, or what to say. But then, he felt overwhelmed with desire for her and the only thing on his mind was to show her what he felt because he couldn't express it in words.

So he bent his head and started off with long, searing kiss that left her breathless. They kissed that way for several minutes until it wasn't enough. Their bodies were warm as they moved against each other like they'd done it a hundred times before. There was something welcoming and familiar about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Her leg wrapped around his hip and he felt her foot against his calf, rubbing up and down. It was very sensual and it kicked his libido into overdrive. As he moved with her, his arm reached for the top drawer of his nightstand and grabbed a condom.

Dominika snatched it out of his hand, tore off the seal and rolled it down his rock hard shaft. Then she rolled them over with more strength than he knew she had and lowered herself onto him.

There were no words exchanged from that point. Both of them were too busy concentrating on giving the other the most pleasure and it didn't take long for them to reach their climaxes.

Dominika moaned loud enough to wake the dead as she rocked fast against him and he bucked his hips up into her with a strength neither of them knew he possessed.

She collapsed with a deep sigh and nuzzled the spot where his shoulder met the neck and he wrapped his arms around her bare back, enjoying the feeling of her racing heart against his chest.

X X X

Early morning found them still in bed, but Dominika's stomach was rumbling. After carefully maneuvering out of House's grasp so as not to wake him, she slipped out of bed and threw on his button-down shirt. As she made the coffee, she heard the mailman out in the hall. Once the coffee began brewing, she slipped out and grabbed the mail. As she returned to the kitchen, sifting through the various bills, a familiar logo caught her eye. The INS logo was on the left hand corner and stamped on the front was "Urgent: Final notice."

"Final notice?" she mumbled to herself as she ripped open the envelope. Not only was her Green card application approved, but the letter also said it was the third notice. Forgetting the coffee, she stormed into the bedroom and hurled the letter at House. "Third notice! Third notice?" She stormed through the apartment, going through files and papers until she managed to uncover the first two letters. Then she returned and hurled them at his head. "What did you do? Why you hide the letters? You keep me here like prisoner!"

House was unsure what to do next. She was thoroughly pissed and it was a side of her he hadn't seen, and didn't want to witness for much longer.

"Dominika…just…calm down."

"Why you do that? Why not tell me?"

"If you'll calm down for five minutes I'll explain," he said, keeping the sheet tucked under his chin the entire time in case she decided to attack.

She huffed and then grabbed her suitcase from the closet, tossed it on the bed and started tossing her clothes into it. House got up, threw his T-shirt and PJ pants on and slammed the lid down. "Aren't you over reacting just a little?"

She shoved him aside, almost knocking him over, and continued to throw clothes into the suitcase. She was almost finished when House stopped her again.

"Oh no, you are so not taking my Buddy Guy T-shirt!"

"You gave to me three months ago…"

"Yeah, because you spilled something on yourself. I lent it to you until your shirt got cleaned. You are not taking it back to God knows where!"

"It's mine now. You owe me!"

"I owe you? You're the one who wanted the green card. I played my part and now you have it. Where's the thirty grand you owe me?"

"Is that all you ever cared about? The money?"

He laughed. "It certainly sweetened the pot. And that was the agreement. What? Did you spend it?"

"Of course not! It's in bank."

"Good."

They stood there, both of them still clutching the T-shirt and then he pulled on it, thus pulling her into his arms and kissing the breath out of her. "You don't want to go," he murmured as his lips slid down her neck and scraped her jaw. She let go of the shirt and slid her arms around his neck as he kissed her with a feverish urgency that surprised both of them. "Say it," he demanded as his hands slid up underneath the shirt she wore.

"I…"

"Say it!"

"Greg…"

His fingers were quickly undoing the buttons until the shirt slid off her shoulders and landed in a heap on the floor. She stood naked before him and it dawned on him that he really didn't want her to go. He'd be lost without her. "Do you like being with me?" he said quietly as he sat down on the bed and held her between his legs.

She nodded. "Yes."

"Then the answer's pretty simple. Don't go."

He could tell she was wavering. She definitely wasn't as angry as she was five minutes ago and she hung her head, not looking at him. "You lied to me," she whispered.

"I...didn't want you to go when you got your green card," he said, almost too quietly for her to hear him. "I was going to tell you."

"When?"

"Does it matter? The point is, you got your green card. And now, after last night, we can't annul the marriage," he grinned up at her. "I'm your husband for real."

That got a smile out of her and she placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him backwards so he was lying down. Then she straddled him. "I like the way that sounds."

"Does that mean you'll stay?"

She nodded and then bent down to kiss him. Her lips teased his as she nibbled his lower lip. "I stay."

The End

A/N: Sorry if it seems a little short but like I said, real life gets in the way and I need to prioritize. I'll be going on a little hiatus for awhile. You might see the odd one-shot pop up every now and then, and I do have a House/OC story that I started a month ago. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it yet but stay tuned. I can't stay away from writing House for long.

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